Life has been better ever since I met Lizzy. Her postulating curvy shape is something out of the blue.
When we do take a walk at the park, I will deliberately stay aback just to watch those hips walk up and down themselves.
Booty rubbing together never sweat but hell No!, this particular ones makes my heart sweaty in contemplation of sex.

There have been no day that I don't think of her and her cacuminal breast. This hot feeling makes me looks thinner by the day. She prowls sexually even into my sleep. My head is no longer my own.

The owner has stolen it.. It's Lizzy I want . I don't need her apple alone, I also love to have those thinny little thing between her legs.. With the way she poses with them, I bet, I m going to be satisfied the whole day if she would allow me to have them.
This very thought has really emaciated my entire brain.

The last time I dreamt of her, She whistling mentioned my name briskly, " Leonardo, please fu-k me more.. I couldn't bear my entire body as it shoke out a bottle of condense milk. I continue squirting as I head up my pillow in place of her ass. Holy shit!, those strong spherical lovely objects she calls ass, they are everything I ever needed.

I value this set gifted piece of endowment. I would simply kill for them. My reasons is that, this particular master piece have the tendency of high self esteem through out the entire lifespan of the individual but unlike the breast counterpart that rather look untidy after one or two offspring.

This scenario continued for a quite long period of time. I couldn't erase my mind off her. It seems that I been possessed, captured and imprisoned with this fiction content of mine.
Lizzy looked free and never thought of me. To her,the thought of me as a lovely spouse has never crossed her mind for once. I was just another regular customer who booked for her time for a little, horny conversation of sex through the telephone.

Her booty,breast, and all other contents are probably detailed erotic videos which she did a long time ago. Lizzy is just there whenever my groan and sex desire raise its hairy head.
She is ever ready whenever I turn my data on. I m a sinner .

This fictional character has really coined my mind. What is there in life if not to lay there in the couch in the middle of the night to watch all her sex escapades with other men whom they both share the same passion of profession. My mind explode anytime she come around.

Lizzy is only a girlfriend which exits beneath the shadows of my phone. A content I hid away in my gallery vaulth.

SEX IN THE COUCH